tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28348484945671378762018-03-07T15:49:44.572-07:00Just a thoughtAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.comBlogger160125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2834848494567137876.post-21732789893894518882014-06-17T15:30:00.000-06:002014-06-17T15:36:38.063-06:00It's time to crack down and really get organized.<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I don’t think that I am far enough along to be in the “nesting” phase of pregnancy, but there are so many things that I need to get done around the house. Scott’s parents are coming to stay with us for a few days while Scott has a break from School in a couple of weeks, so that might be part of the reason I am feeling the pressure now. I can’t imagine them coming out more than once or twice while we live out here in Wisconsin so I can’t let them think that we are total slobs. It isn’t that our place is a disaster or unclean, it’s just small and we have more things than I thought we did. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Right before I got pregnant I had so much motivation to start getting things organized. I was ready to start going through and making sure everything was clean and organized. Let me tell you what gets done when you have morning sickness that lasts all day… your motivation goes away and nothing gets done. So now that I am past that icky phase I think I'm ready to start getting everything done.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Well, I have 4 months give or take a week or two to get our apartment organized because I am sure that little progress will be made if I wait until after the baby comes. There are so many projects that I want to start working on, that I don’t even know where to start. Hopefully in the next week or so I will get started on some of the projects I would like to finish before October.&nbsp;</span><o:p></o:p></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2834848494567137876.post-63414312355445627282014-05-03T09:00:00.000-06:002014-05-03T09:09:11.124-06:00If you haven't heard yet...<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 18px;">Scott and I have some pretty great news. We’re going to be having a baby! We couldn’t be more excited, and Scott is going to be an AWESOME dad (especially once he is done with dental school). Scott and I hit a few bumps in the road before getting to this point, and it took us a lot longer to get here than we were originally planning. We made it, finally, and we can’t wait for this little one to get here.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qgVqMxn5xec/U2T-V0VSqcI/AAAAAAAACgE/8rWg3g7X0bY/s1600/ABM_1399092028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qgVqMxn5xec/U2T-V0VSqcI/AAAAAAAACgE/8rWg3g7X0bY/s1600/ABM_1399092028.jpg" height="481" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">We found out that I was pregnant on Valentine’s Day, I was originally planning to wait until Scott’s birthday (February 17</span><sup style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;">th</sup><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">) &nbsp;to take the test, but I just knew that I was pregnant and couldn’t wait any longer before taking a pregnancy test. I felt like February was going to be the month, so much so that I went to the store and bought a little boy and a little girl outfit to give to Scott once the test came back positive. As soon as I saw those two pink lines I went in to Scott and told him I had a present. I told him that he could open it for Valentine’s Day or his birthday, he could choose (I know Scott well enough to know that he will never choose to wait for a present when given the option). I got his reaction on camera, but Scott won't let me post it.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I am just shy of 15 weeks right now, putting my due date on October 27<sup>th</sup>&nbsp;(6 months, seems like a long time but a short time all at once). If you want to follow my pregnancy a little more, I put a link up on the top of this blog to our page about the pregnancy. &nbsp;</span></span></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2834848494567137876.post-78212527727785406122014-02-07T12:30:00.000-07:002014-02-07T13:44:25.338-07:00Confession<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst">A few days ago I started a new <a href="https://www.blogger.com/amberandscottrobinson.blogspot.com">blog</a> so I can update everyone on the happenings with Scott and me. Let’s be honest, Scott’s life is pretty boring, school, study, TV, bed, repeat. I’m thinking that once it warms up enough to go outside Scott and I will have more adventures to blog about. &nbsp;So… I since I don’t have much to say about the two of us right now I will continue posting on this blog all about me and what I’m up to. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><b>Confession:</b>I think that I might have a motivation problem. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Now that Scott is back to studying every day I have had a lot of time on my hands. Why is it so easy to neglect all of the things that I need to do? It’s really easy for me to cook dinner and then just not do anything, not even the dishes. I think it’s time for me to step up and do the things that desperately need doing.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Since work has been super busy for me this last week (not busy at all), I started making a “to- do” list for pretty much every day of the week. So far I have kept up with my “to-dos” but I forgot that doing dishes on Monday does not mean there won’t be dishes to do on all of the other days of the week. I hate doing dishes, I feel like they are never ending. It has helped doing them every night so they don’t get piled up too high. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Once I get into cleaning mode I sometimes go crazy… one thing leads to another and the next think I know I am mopping, vacuuming, and dusting. &nbsp;I actually really enjoy the nitty-gritty type cleaning, but I’m not as big of a fan of the picking up mess type of cleaning. I think that it is because I don’t always have a place for the things that are lying around.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><br /><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Since moving out to Wisconsin I haven’t taken the time to really get organized. We have things stuffed placed because that is where we had space, and our apartment now just looks cluttered and disorganized. So over the next few weeks I am going to spend my time organizing EVERYTHING, putting up pictures, and maybe I will even do some more painting (Scott said I have to wait until it gets warmer to paint so we can open a window to air out the place, so maybe I will just think about how I will paint for the next couple months). &nbsp;I’m not going to need my <a href="http://amberbero.blogspot.com/2013/06/trying-to-stay-busy.html">friends</a>to whip me back into shape. I’m ready to start spending my time a little more wisely. I'll let you know how it goes, I'm sure I will be using a lot Pinterest to get some organization ideas.<o:p></o:p></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2834848494567137876.post-10563280570620342832014-02-04T13:00:00.000-07:002014-02-04T14:06:52.848-07:00Now that we've been married for over two years...<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I figure that it is about time that I make an official blog for Scott and I. I have had this blog since freshman year at BYU. People always ask me about how I chose the blog address. Amberbero was something that one of my good friends from freshman year called me and so I picked it for my blog address. I guess it is too weird for people to remember, and now that I have been married for 2.5 years I figure it may be time for me to include Scott in the address. I’m hoping that maybe amberandscottrobinson.blogspot.com will be a little easier for people to remember. I put a link up at the top of the page if you want to check out our new blog. &nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Perpetua, serif; font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2834848494567137876.post-15246898830110907732014-01-01T20:06:00.000-07:002014-01-16T20:29:16.818-07:00It's a New Year<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I think that it is funny that there is so much hype surrounding a new year. New Years day is just like any other day but it carries with it a fresh start, renewed motivation, the determination to be a better person for the next 365 day. I hate to be one of those people who makes a list of a million things that they are determined to do better this year and then fail after only a couple days. Although I have a list of things that I am working on doing better I only have one real resolution for 2014.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Last year was full of anticipation, I was excited to move out to Wisconsin and go on a new adventure with Scott. I was excited and nervous about find a job once we got out here. I was eager to meet new people and grow my circle of friends. I feel like I was always looking forward to the next big thing and not really enjoying the big thing we were experiencing.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">This year I want to take the time to enjoy where I am right now. I want to stop counting down to our next big thing, and just be happy with what is going on right now. I'm sure this year will bring many ups and downs, but when I take a moment to think about my life I really can't complain. Even if my life isn't exactly how I pictured it would be, I have been blessed in countless ways.<br /><br /></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2834848494567137876.post-73126884718899826402013-09-03T21:37:00.004-06:002013-09-03T21:47:57.544-06:00So this is what old feels likeYesterday I turned 25, which seems so old to me. Here are a few things that I have learned in the last 25 years.<br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><ol><li><b>You get out what you put in when it comes to relationships</b>. My marriage rocks, it takes effort, but it's awesome. I couldn't ask for a better best friend and husband. This is true in all relationships, not just my relationship with my husband.</li><li><b>Cleaning only take a few minutes at a time if you do it as you are making the mess</b>. I am still learning to master this art, but I am coming to realize that it really doesn't take that much energy to put my dirty clothes in the hamper instead of on the floor or to get up to put my ice cream bowl in the sink after I finish all my ice cream. It takes so much more time to clean when I let it all pile up.&nbsp;</li><li><b>If you are waiting around to feel included by someone, you can bet someone else is feeling the same way about you</b>.There have been so many times in my life that I thought that someone probably didn't like me because they didn't go out of their way to make me feel included. I realized a few years ago that there are probably other people feeling that same way because I didn't make an effort to make them feel welcome. Now I look for opportunities to reach out to people who may not feel welcome yet.</li><li><b>It's okay to be silly sometimes.</b> When Scott and I first got married, I think I forgot how to have fun. I was so sleep deprived and stressed about school that I forgot to take the time to just be silly every once in a while. Even just dancing around while I make dinner or singing in the shower can change my mood in a matter of minutes.&nbsp;</li><li><b>Sometimes life is rough</b>. There are some days that it feels like the whole world is against you, and maybe it is. Looking back on those times I realize that is where I got to learn the most. That is where I got to learn how to pick myself up and keep going. I realize that life always gets better after times like that.&nbsp;</li><li><b>Never hold a grudge. </b>It just isn't worth it. People make mistakes, lots of mistakes, and sometimes over and over again. I have found that it takes so much more energy to be upset than it does to forgive and forget.&nbsp;</li><li><b>It's okay to admit it when you're wrong. </b>I have a REALLY hard time admitting when I am wrong. It's easier to move on once you admit that you were wrong instead of trying to find some justification to prove that you weren't COMPLETELY wrong. Pretending to be perfect doesn't make us perfect, it usually just makes the other person mad.</li><li><b>Be Honest.</b> It's no fun getting caught in a lie, and in most situations lying really isn't necessary. &nbsp;</li><li><b>Heavenly Father answers prayers.</b>&nbsp;It amazes me to see how life always seems to work out. There have been a lot of things in my life that I never would have expected. Those experiences have helped me prepare, and realize just how amazing life is. I don't believe that it's just a coincidence, but often times answers to my prayers.</li><li><b>It's okay if not everyone likes you. </b>I have obsessed about being liked by everyone that I meet. Sometimes two personalities just don't mix well. I'm okay with that. I'm not going to go out and do things to make people dislike me, but I'm okay with not always being liked.&nbsp;&nbsp;</li></ol><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a4wR9jpwppo/UiasrDIFohI/AAAAAAAABZE/hK80q2h7Oxc/s1600/DSC_0084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a4wR9jpwppo/UiasrDIFohI/AAAAAAAABZE/hK80q2h7Oxc/s400/DSC_0084.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V3ASO68MmlU/Uiasvw5631I/AAAAAAAABZM/dmUkk8Wvh6s/s1600/DSC_0085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V3ASO68MmlU/Uiasvw5631I/AAAAAAAABZM/dmUkk8Wvh6s/s400/DSC_0085.JPG" width="263" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2834848494567137876.post-11812765845774340252013-09-03T20:42:00.000-06:002013-09-03T20:42:16.240-06:00Working... FINALLYThis was the longest summer of my life... We moved out here with Steve and Heidi at the beginning of June hoping that I would be able to get a job. Well, the job-hunt took much longer than I anticipated. When we came out here, Scott still had an online class that he was trying to finish. Which meant that he was studying all day while I was... doing anything I could to keep busy. After interviewing for two jobs at the Medical School (10 interviews) I was offered both positions. It was nice having an option to choose what job I wanted to take. I decided to take the job working in the Ophthalmology department.<br /><br />I have now worked for a month, and so far I have really enjoyed it. It is so different than anything else I have done in the past. I work as an administrative assistant to 3 retina doctors at the hospital. Some of the things that come across my desk are pretty interesting. It really has gotten me to think about how I really wanted to be a doctor. I don't think my grades would allow me to, but if I could go back I would probably try to do something in the medical field. Maybe get a Nursing degree instead of my Exercise Science degree. Maybe I will go back to school sometime once Scott is done with school. For now, I get to experience all the behind-the-scene happenings at the office.<br /><br />Life is good right now, I am so happy to be back to work, Scott is back in school, and we are doing great! Milwaukee has been fun so far, and I think that we will enjoy being out here for the next 4 years.<br /><br />Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2834848494567137876.post-38787398968438415882013-08-23T21:39:00.000-06:002013-09-03T20:42:08.215-06:00White Coat CeremonyDental School follows the tradition of medical schools by starting off with a White coat ceremony. Each of the dental students in Scott's class got to walk across a stage one-by-one to get their Dr's white coat. Scott has worked so hard to get into dental school and I couldn't be more proud of him. Just check out the stud that I am married to. (The pictures are a little blurry because they were taken on my phone)<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5bKcEvw9CzU/UiaRNJYVWMI/AAAAAAAABYU/-ik_JY8BkUg/s1600/20130823_193417.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5bKcEvw9CzU/UiaRNJYVWMI/AAAAAAAABYU/-ik_JY8BkUg/s400/20130823_193417.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brady, Scott, and Eric</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jK3fMI64QHw/UiaRPUTG0JI/AAAAAAAABYk/B_jBxCz-nxo/s1600/20130823_194754.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jK3fMI64QHw/UiaRPUTG0JI/AAAAAAAABYk/B_jBxCz-nxo/s400/20130823_194754.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am so happy to already have some friends out here. It makes going to these kinds of events so much more fun. I usually keep to myself when I don't know anyone, so it has really helped to have Kimmy and Ali around.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_zc3AUOtcDM/UiaS-4MizgI/AAAAAAAABYw/96Twwjkb5SU/s1600/Dental+Students.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_zc3AUOtcDM/UiaS-4MizgI/AAAAAAAABYw/96Twwjkb5SU/s400/Dental+Students.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2834848494567137876.post-1158039887787256972013-08-22T20:53:00.000-06:002013-09-03T20:42:54.152-06:00Mongolian GrillEver since we went to see the chalk festival Scott has been dying to go to the Mongolian grill that we saw. So the four of us decided to go out to dinner since Steve and Heidi are leaving soon (and I haven't been grocery shopping in a couple weeks). It was amazing! You get a bowl and go through a line to pick up any meat, veggies, noodles, and sauce you want and then they grill it for you. I remember going to a similar place with my dad when I was little, I was probably 8 or so, which is a long time ago. Anyway, the food was great, and it was fun to see how excited Scott was to be at a restaurant that reminded him of restaurants in Japan. Steve tried to learn how to use chopsticks, I guess it was harder than he thought it would be.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SDLldZZlROk/UiP_kbUpxGI/AAAAAAAAA_k/u21HaNO7BO8/s1600/Grill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SDLldZZlROk/UiP_kbUpxGI/AAAAAAAAA_k/u21HaNO7BO8/s320/Grill.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bivRqn1sPzM/UiP_hnS4YfI/AAAAAAAAA-8/rv1RF9LUuYs/s1600/Mongolian+Grill+Amber.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bivRqn1sPzM/UiP_hnS4YfI/AAAAAAAAA-8/rv1RF9LUuYs/s320/Mongolian+Grill+Amber.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3dzj-S_dByA/UiP_hvYdzkI/AAAAAAAAA_A/_i2z3gpaxZA/s1600/Mongolian+Grill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3dzj-S_dByA/UiP_hvYdzkI/AAAAAAAAA_A/_i2z3gpaxZA/s320/Mongolian+Grill.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfmoYiWOgLM/UiP_kY_GUfI/AAAAAAAAA_s/ylBguWiPajw/s1600/mongolian+Scott.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfmoYiWOgLM/UiP_kY_GUfI/AAAAAAAAA_s/ylBguWiPajw/s320/mongolian+Scott.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wBhWDCfIJF4/UiP_jQYTgDI/AAAAAAAAA_c/2rGCR0-VoIU/s1600/Steve+Mongolian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wBhWDCfIJF4/UiP_jQYTgDI/AAAAAAAAA_c/2rGCR0-VoIU/s320/Steve+Mongolian.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gpb7RCANUw4/UiP_jozKGVI/AAAAAAAAA_U/4D_2xzyLpGo/s1600/Steve+and+chopsticks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gpb7RCANUw4/UiP_jozKGVI/AAAAAAAAA_U/4D_2xzyLpGo/s320/Steve+and+chopsticks.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eating with 1 hand didn't go as well as he had hoped.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2834848494567137876.post-66769490528173532172013-08-19T19:39:00.000-06:002013-09-03T20:41:59.134-06:00Take me out to the ball game...During the month of August you could get a free $10 voucher to spend when you go to a Brewers game. Scott and I aren't very big baseball fans, but we thought it would be fun to go find out what all the fuss is about. We invited Eric, Kimmy, Brady, Ali, and Steve and Heidi. We went out to dinner first, and ran into some of our neighbors, Nick and Janey, who were also going to the game. We caught the shuttle to the ball park and when we went to find our seats we saw Nick and Janey. What are the odds that our tickets were in the same section as theirs. We decided to sit in the empty seats next to them. It was a lot of more fun than I thought it would be. Who knows, I might become a baseball fan in the next 4 years.<br /><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TF92IdOpMVM/UiaO_OnYVWI/AAAAAAAABXs/DHzrFpTAnBo/s1600/Brewers+Game.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TF92IdOpMVM/UiaO_OnYVWI/AAAAAAAABXs/DHzrFpTAnBo/s400/Brewers+Game.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lb4sWs9pSuA/UiaPCBKnEPI/AAAAAAAABX4/h8pnCEP9eGg/s1600/Brewers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lb4sWs9pSuA/UiaPCBKnEPI/AAAAAAAABX4/h8pnCEP9eGg/s400/Brewers.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2834848494567137876.post-60851656877358312792013-08-17T20:05:00.000-06:002013-09-03T20:41:47.378-06:00Chalk Festival in BayShore and a PicnicSteve had heard about a sidewalk chalk festival at the bayshore mall, something similar to what is done back in Utah at the Riverwoods mall. It is really impressive what can be done in a few hours. I enjoy drawing, but I definitely don't have the skills or patience to do some of the artwork that we saw. Check them out...<br /><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85sdalWSz-Y/UiP1H5oM4pI/AAAAAAAAAnc/5MnHmrrLlbI/s1600/birds+chalk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85sdalWSz-Y/UiP1H5oM4pI/AAAAAAAAAnc/5MnHmrrLlbI/s400/birds+chalk.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For the Birds</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qlglv7fjsoE/UiP1FZkhCmI/AAAAAAAAAm8/8itmxEIRL98/s1600/Chalk+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qlglv7fjsoE/UiP1FZkhCmI/AAAAAAAAAm8/8itmxEIRL98/s400/Chalk+1.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GAQDIBKkSNw/UiP1FsNGI9I/AAAAAAAAAnE/ClFkXnCpYBM/s1600/Chalk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GAQDIBKkSNw/UiP1FsNGI9I/AAAAAAAAAnE/ClFkXnCpYBM/s400/Chalk.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Monsters Inc<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iI0ZjOPzT2k/UiP1I3sxjeI/AAAAAAAAAnk/h-h3pE7pl24/s1600/Monsters+Inc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iI0ZjOPzT2k/UiP1I3sxjeI/AAAAAAAAAnk/h-h3pE7pl24/s400/Monsters+Inc.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aMpTRSiRUjo/UiP1GPS_7LI/AAAAAAAAAnM/YTiIJPeFPrc/s1600/Iron+Man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aMpTRSiRUjo/UiP1GPS_7LI/AAAAAAAAAnM/YTiIJPeFPrc/s400/Iron+Man.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FMgsLI1D5no/UiP1FnrX_DI/AAAAAAAAAnA/IP2565eJFg4/s1600/Chalk+Iron+Man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FMgsLI1D5no/UiP1FnrX_DI/AAAAAAAAAnA/IP2565eJFg4/s400/Chalk+Iron+Man.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Iron Man, probably my favorite</td></tr></tbody></table>After we walked around and saw all of the chalk drawings we headed to the park to meet up with some of our friends for a picnic. These are our new dental school friends, Eric &amp; Kimmy and Brady &amp; Ali. We are so excited that we get along so well with them. We're all going to be around for the next four years. I'm excited for the next four years.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vu7H0nZ1sDI/UiaKKCzbNDI/AAAAAAAABWo/BYHA0MgB3zU/s1600/20130817_183124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vu7H0nZ1sDI/UiaKKCzbNDI/AAAAAAAABWo/BYHA0MgB3zU/s320/20130817_183124.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A little Frisbee at the Park</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lVdW5xiUc9s/UiaKMVPwg5I/AAAAAAAABXA/LgYnzQAUB3E/s1600/20130817_183241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lVdW5xiUc9s/UiaKMVPwg5I/AAAAAAAABXA/LgYnzQAUB3E/s400/20130817_183241.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_FuyrHlouC4/UiaKWYeI67I/AAAAAAAABXY/JpX0YnHjSyM/s1600/20130817_183250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_FuyrHlouC4/UiaKWYeI67I/AAAAAAAABXY/JpX0YnHjSyM/s400/20130817_183250.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kimmy, throwing a football <br />(something that I cannot due without embarrassing myself)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--WR86pV4WOc/UiaKX9C0nBI/AAAAAAAABXg/i0IsTjaGvXg/s1600/20130817_190013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--WR86pV4WOc/UiaKX9C0nBI/AAAAAAAABXg/i0IsTjaGvXg/s400/20130817_190013.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our Dental School friends (Eric, Kimmy, Brady, and Ali)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IuPGT6tynmo/UiaKPbT3zYI/AAAAAAAABXI/bD6-LrdsOFg/s1600/20130817_190022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IuPGT6tynmo/UiaKPbT3zYI/AAAAAAAABXI/bD6-LrdsOFg/s400/20130817_190022.jpg" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My extremely cute husband</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W8B09ZNH0Us/UiaKSxAhMXI/AAAAAAAABXQ/VMLoVMDUjfk/s1600/20130817_190028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W8B09ZNH0Us/UiaKSxAhMXI/AAAAAAAABXQ/VMLoVMDUjfk/s400/20130817_190028.jpg" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Otterpops... one of our favorite treats this summer.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2834848494567137876.post-84450905116935679542013-08-06T20:36:00.000-06:002013-09-03T20:42:34.288-06:002 years!!It's crazy that Scott and I have already been married for 2 full years. It really doesn't feel like it has been 2 years. On the other hand it feel like it has been so much longer than 2 years. This year we kept it pretty simple. Scott took me out to the Melting Pot to celebrate, he even had a coupon for some free chocolate covered strawberries. I'm just bummed that we didn't get any pictures of the two of us together.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4eSraNSByq8/UiP37Nh9NzI/AAAAAAAAAn0/2yAIlN7pQzw/s1600/Anniversary+strawberries.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4eSraNSByq8/UiP37Nh9NzI/AAAAAAAAAn0/2yAIlN7pQzw/s320/Anniversary+strawberries.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cOk7Umtv9E4/UiP363ZObTI/AAAAAAAAAnw/FzrtjMDt0m8/s1600/Anniversary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cOk7Umtv9E4/UiP363ZObTI/AAAAAAAAAnw/FzrtjMDt0m8/s320/Anniversary.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-peLkETqmdMQ/UiP37D3C8eI/AAAAAAAAAn4/EHYbR5QFFMM/s1600/Fondue+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-peLkETqmdMQ/UiP37D3C8eI/AAAAAAAAAn4/EHYbR5QFFMM/s320/Fondue+1.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jVrWf79Hrcg/UiP37YYX_-I/AAAAAAAAAoI/2K4p6GT153A/s1600/Fondue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jVrWf79Hrcg/UiP37YYX_-I/AAAAAAAAAoI/2K4p6GT153A/s320/Fondue.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have learned so much from Scott over the past two years. It is so much fun being married to Scott and knowing that there is always someone who will be there for me. He is so AMAZING to me. He does the laundry, and helps keep the house clean. He is smart, and funny, and knows how to make me laugh. I could never express how grateful I am to have him in my life. I really don't deserve to have a guy like him.&nbsp;</div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2834848494567137876.post-21763820948138307202013-08-03T19:13:00.000-06:002013-09-03T20:41:36.895-06:00State FairFrom the first day we were here in Milwaukee our neighbors and our landlord have told us that that the Wisconsin State fair is a must. Heidi, Steve, Scott and I headed down to the fair to check it out for ourselves. First of all the state fair park is HUGE. Secondly, you can buy pretty much any fried food that you could imagine. They had fried pickles, twinkies, snickers, cheese curd, vegetables, oreos, cheesecake, even hamburgers using donuts as the bun. It was super warm the evening we went, but overall I would say that it was well worth the experience.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j5W4ySq4HRg/UiP0P2ePgEI/AAAAAAAAAm0/AswKLzyl1jc/s1600/State+Fair+Park.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j5W4ySq4HRg/UiP0P2ePgEI/AAAAAAAAAm0/AswKLzyl1jc/s320/State+Fair+Park.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pkSRJyYmu3E/UiPulRqyW2I/AAAAAAAAAmE/1m8luKfuRkU/s1600/Fried+Cheese+Curd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pkSRJyYmu3E/UiPulRqyW2I/AAAAAAAAAmE/1m8luKfuRkU/s400/Fried+Cheese+Curd.jpg" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fried Cheese Curd</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMX7tX6WrqU/UiPulaq59BI/AAAAAAAAAmM/1R3SbkGLi8k/s1600/Snickers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMX7tX6WrqU/UiPulaq59BI/AAAAAAAAAmM/1R3SbkGLi8k/s400/Snickers.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fried Snickers, pretty much it was melted chocolate <br />and caramel with a crispy batter outside</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoEUNArqYhU/UiPumDnOsRI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-MQpgBVIrfk/s1600/State+Fair+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoEUNArqYhU/UiPumDnOsRI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-MQpgBVIrfk/s400/State+Fair+1.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Performers&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o7azZkc17fI/UiPvZUR83SI/AAAAAAAAAmk/X58Awwbl8q8/s1600/Pizza+Cone+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o7azZkc17fI/UiPvZUR83SI/AAAAAAAAAmk/X58Awwbl8q8/s1600/Pizza+Cone+2.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cheesy</td></tr></tbody></table><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U5juzjJz7LQ/UiPulQF9_cI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ZPTWeQ6Wubg/s1600/Pizza+Cone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U5juzjJz7LQ/UiPulQF9_cI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ZPTWeQ6Wubg/s400/Pizza+Cone.jpg" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pizza Cone</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2834848494567137876.post-5522600296716514152013-07-27T18:45:00.003-06:002013-07-27T18:45:55.352-06:00We found a hobbit-hole...We went out for <strike>ice cream</strike>&nbsp;custard tonight and on our way home we decided to drive around to see if we could find where the "rich" people live. That's when we came across this little gem of a place.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-H4wQa052Q/UfRnBmzV8OI/AAAAAAAAAhg/5LjM93SM6Xg/s1600/The+Shire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-H4wQa052Q/UfRnBmzV8OI/AAAAAAAAAhg/5LjM93SM6Xg/s400/The+Shire.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Where can you find the Shire you ask? On Rivendell Drive of course!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RCqY_a7tcaw/UfRoz37aIJI/AAAAAAAAAiM/VmIhi6w_2Wg/s1600/Rivendell+and+Brookfield.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RCqY_a7tcaw/UfRoz37aIJI/AAAAAAAAAiM/VmIhi6w_2Wg/s400/Rivendell+and+Brookfield.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CEGyHa1D5FY/UfRozBYAjyI/AAAAAAAAAh0/m19P_EpqU2w/s1600/Hobbit+Hole.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CEGyHa1D5FY/UfRozBYAjyI/AAAAAAAAAh0/m19P_EpqU2w/s400/Hobbit+Hole.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7jq9kJ0RWM8/UfRo0NuV9XI/AAAAAAAAAiI/zwXwPLnOHis/s1600/The+Shire1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7jq9kJ0RWM8/UfRo0NuV9XI/AAAAAAAAAiI/zwXwPLnOHis/s400/The+Shire1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3wIKzl6RXbY/UfRoywKI84I/AAAAAAAAAhw/k3uMHgF8Ff8/s1600/Hobbit+Steve+and+Heidi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3wIKzl6RXbY/UfRoywKI84I/AAAAAAAAAhw/k3uMHgF8Ff8/s400/Hobbit+Steve+and+Heidi.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MV6LcVRXiZI/UfRozHRfd1I/AAAAAAAAAh8/FSIuERYB4YI/s1600/Hobbit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MV6LcVRXiZI/UfRozHRfd1I/AAAAAAAAAh8/FSIuERYB4YI/s400/Hobbit.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UFHYOiE69Hg/UfRozvOwUcI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jJat6VPFT2I/s1600/Hobit+Hole.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UFHYOiE69Hg/UfRozvOwUcI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jJat6VPFT2I/s400/Hobit+Hole.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2834848494567137876.post-83276931069391571272013-07-11T09:45:00.001-06:002013-07-11T09:45:33.471-06:00Rain and ShineThe weather in Milwaukee is much rainier than I was expecting it to be. It feels like it has rained every couple of days since we have lived here. I am totally fine with it being rainy. I love the rain, watching it, playing in it, running in it.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-acanryUI62I/Ud6y6kIvoAI/AAAAAAAAAfs/QxDulQkfopU/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-acanryUI62I/Ud6y6kIvoAI/AAAAAAAAAfs/QxDulQkfopU/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l7XfoBAwOK4/Ud6y8bJk6gI/AAAAAAAAAf0/OX8xJSrvCq0/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l7XfoBAwOK4/Ud6y8bJk6gI/AAAAAAAAAf0/OX8xJSrvCq0/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When it's not rainy we have been going over to the park to play frisbee. I learned that I can't throw a frisbee to save my life. The person on the catching end of my throws usually does a lot more running than catching. Maybe I will figure it out before this summer is over.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y0Jj_OTKkmk/Ud7R7bcYAsI/AAAAAAAAAgo/oC18oIQOmY0/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y0Jj_OTKkmk/Ud7R7bcYAsI/AAAAAAAAAgo/oC18oIQOmY0/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" width="258" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K428HlIafnU/Ud7SBRzkYII/AAAAAAAAAg8/OA0RFquQx-s/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K428HlIafnU/Ud7SBRzkYII/AAAAAAAAAg8/OA0RFquQx-s/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-unSMWRwffAg/Ud7R6GxH8lI/AAAAAAAAAgg/MOUKQuDdm1Y/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-unSMWRwffAg/Ud7R6GxH8lI/AAAAAAAAAgg/MOUKQuDdm1Y/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" width="283" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yUCQNikX054/Ud7R-oBFOsI/AAAAAAAAAgw/neNqSkSmCqc/s1600/DSC_0047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yUCQNikX054/Ud7R-oBFOsI/AAAAAAAAAgw/neNqSkSmCqc/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" width="256" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9d4ySvilhA/Ud7SBDxr4yI/AAAAAAAAAg4/fuHd7NMaDnw/s1600/DSC_0051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9d4ySvilhA/Ud7SBDxr4yI/AAAAAAAAAg4/fuHd7NMaDnw/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" width="255" /></a></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2834848494567137876.post-25072362161883962702013-07-04T08:44:00.001-06:002013-07-04T08:44:42.234-06:00Summerfest 2013Our landlord told us about Summerfest as soon as we moved out here and we thought we would check it out. There was a huge list of bands that were coming, and Imagine Dragons were playing. Scott, Steve, and Heidi all love Imagine Dragons. I'm not as familiar with them. A couple of the guys in Imagine Dragon are LDS. They are pretty big in Utah, but didn't realize how big they are out here in Milwaukee. The crowd was HUGE! The crowds here are a little different than the crowds you see in Utah.&nbsp;Beer is a big thing around here since there are a few breweries, and almost everyone had a beer (or two) in their hand. We tried to get as close to the stage as possible, but there were picnic tables all over the place that made it really hard to work our way up. We got up somewhat close, but still not close enough to see the stage. The stage is right behind the big screen in the middle of the picture. We were able to watch the screen to see what was happening on the stage.<br /><div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5hlOssS8SKw/UdDqIIxtOlI/AAAAAAAAAfE/b95a076qup4/s639/Imagine+Dragons2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="310" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5hlOssS8SKw/UdDqIIxtOlI/AAAAAAAAAfE/b95a076qup4/s320/Imagine+Dragons2.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">We were somewhere around the red "x"</span></td></tr></tbody></table>I wish we would have gotten a picture of us, but by the time I thought about taking one it was getting too dark.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2834848494567137876.post-47077669205490964172013-06-30T18:18:00.000-06:002013-07-02T15:44:57.205-06:00Getting to know Milwaukee<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></div>On our second day here we thought we would go out and explore the city a little. We started by driving down to the dental school so we could see where Scott will be spending the majority of the next 4 years. Then we drove down to Rockwell to see where Steve's internship is. After the reasons we are all out here in Wisconsin we decided to drive out to Lake Michigan. We were grateful to have our smart phones for the GPS as we tried to navigate Milwaukee. We were driving to the Lakeshore Park, and in the middle of the Bridge/Freeway the GPS said "You have arrived at your destination." &nbsp;It wasn't too hard to navigate to the lake once we got in the general area, but we realized that the GPS might not always be right.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXtPjSoObu4/UdNJlKbVYiI/AAAAAAAAAfU/BYHOlwJRRzI/s877/googlemaps.tiff" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXtPjSoObu4/UdNJlKbVYiI/AAAAAAAAAfU/BYHOlwJRRzI/s400/googlemaps.tiff" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"You have arrived at your destination"</td></tr></tbody></table>The lake was very pretty, and very windy. It was a lot colder than I thought it would be. I hope to go out again sometime this summer, and I am hoping that it will be a little warmer next time.<br /><div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-loZwcVSrTzY/UdDJDeHLCpI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/pjBsIv8iKPc/s1600/20130602_193603.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="359" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-loZwcVSrTzY/UdDJDeHLCpI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/pjBsIv8iKPc/s640/20130602_193603.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The city is pretty, isn't it.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7AzcMTWwx_s/UdDJC0cI3cI/AAAAAAAAAeE/bIEpsvBeBlc/s1600/IMG_0410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="356" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7AzcMTWwx_s/UdDJC0cI3cI/AAAAAAAAAeE/bIEpsvBeBlc/s640/IMG_0410.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JSzMY-SEtEY/UdDI_YYJFAI/AAAAAAAAAd8/UQ2VBksCabw/s1600/20130602_193743.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="359" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JSzMY-SEtEY/UdDI_YYJFAI/AAAAAAAAAd8/UQ2VBksCabw/s640/20130602_193743.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DJiH9ArHL_Q/UdDJDB8a1_I/AAAAAAAAAeI/FeE0Mx6eE5g/s1600/20130602_193804.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="359" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DJiH9ArHL_Q/UdDJDB8a1_I/AAAAAAAAAeI/FeE0Mx6eE5g/s640/20130602_193804.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dZQJ5vTUiAQ/UdDJGFSmPfI/AAAAAAAAAec/FXns8uOl4KE/s1600/IMG_0419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="356" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dZQJ5vTUiAQ/UdDJGFSmPfI/AAAAAAAAAec/FXns8uOl4KE/s640/IMG_0419.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GHNjngQMXn4/UdDJH6Ymy8I/AAAAAAAAAek/Ok1lrUj7xbA/s1600/IMG_0421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="357" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GHNjngQMXn4/UdDJH6Ymy8I/AAAAAAAAAek/Ok1lrUj7xbA/s640/IMG_0421.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We're just cool like that.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2834848494567137876.post-80845741072252968582013-06-26T11:20:00.000-06:002013-06-28T08:27:04.754-06:00Trying to Stay BusyI am desperate for a job, and this whole waiting game is driving me nuts! I had one interview and I am waiting to get called for a second interview. Scott and Heidi are both working on finishing an online BYU class, Steve is at his internship and I... I am bored out of my mind. There is only so many times that you can clean the apartment.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Last week my visiting teachers came by. I explained how bored I was and how I have nothing to do. I also mentioned that I wanted to paint a part of my kitchen with blue/white chevron. I won't forget the look they gave me, like, "You were just complaining about not having anything to do, why haven't you painted it yet?" It was the kick in the butt that I needed, why was I sitting around complaining when I had a project I wanted to do and I had time to do it? The next day I had it all taped and ready to go. Here is how it turned out.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Before:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bZwwo5cymU/Ucsgcs1d6lI/AAAAAAAAAbs/LTzea7aKDDE/s1600/DSC_1176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bZwwo5cymU/Ucsgcs1d6lI/AAAAAAAAAbs/LTzea7aKDDE/s400/DSC_1176.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />During:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AjFrD73wQ2M/UcsgtGs4CBI/AAAAAAAAAb8/iaGwPcPyn6w/s1600/DSC_1187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AjFrD73wQ2M/UcsgtGs4CBI/AAAAAAAAAb8/iaGwPcPyn6w/s400/DSC_1187.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0-XV0nfWaM4/Ucsho-Bja4I/AAAAAAAAAck/ay7u_rzZOTM/s1600/DSC_1191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0-XV0nfWaM4/Ucsho-Bja4I/AAAAAAAAAck/ay7u_rzZOTM/s400/DSC_1191.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />&nbsp;After:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fb-dIBpNbYo/UcsgyfHwh7I/AAAAAAAAAcE/UUNCJeQ-xcw/s1600/DSC_1198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fb-dIBpNbYo/UcsgyfHwh7I/AAAAAAAAAcE/UUNCJeQ-xcw/s400/DSC_1198.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G3u7DRJm6rQ/Ucsg3OYUsPI/AAAAAAAAAcM/nuuaamVzjkI/s1600/DSC_1199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G3u7DRJm6rQ/Ucsg3OYUsPI/AAAAAAAAAcM/nuuaamVzjkI/s400/DSC_1199.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jqt1kj9t8Oc/UcshAmbbymI/AAAAAAAAAcc/qa5f8lYxndQ/s1600/DSC_1202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jqt1kj9t8Oc/UcshAmbbymI/AAAAAAAAAcc/qa5f8lYxndQ/s400/DSC_1202.JPG" width="263" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ozc1KkhVGEc/Ucsg_N9iBkI/AAAAAAAAAcU/B0lvNQvVwGE/s1600/DSC_1203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ozc1KkhVGEc/Ucsg_N9iBkI/AAAAAAAAAcU/B0lvNQvVwGE/s400/DSC_1203.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2834848494567137876.post-44774809009977355542013-06-26T10:31:00.000-06:002013-06-26T10:31:11.954-06:00Oh so BlessedI sometimes have a hard time remembering that everything works out. It might not &nbsp;be the way I hoped but in the end I usually can see why things are the way they are. I have been so blessed my entire life, sure I have had some rough times but it is because of those things that I am who I am today. Isn't that usually how it is? In the beginning it's always, "Why me?" and they you get further down the road and think, "Hmm... I get it."<br /><br />When Scott told me that he thought we should move out to Wisconsin to go to Marquette I wasn't quite sure how to react. I already had it in my head that we were going to buy a house in Las Vegas, and I would have one of my best friends from high school not too far away. When Scott told me that he felt like we should go to Marquette I didn't see it coming. I was a little caught off guard, and completely intimidated by the unknown. I don't think I would even be able to point to Milwaukee on a map without googling it first. I had only been to wisconsin once, when I was like 13, and it was only for a couple hours. He called to tell me during one of my breaks at work, and the rest of my day was spent looking at maps of Milwaukee and googling the crime rates of the area. As much as I wanted to go down to Las Vegas I trust my husband and if he wanted to move to Wisconsin then I would be okay with it, if not now then eventually. Why move 1,500 miles away from home when we had the option of &nbsp;moving 400 miles away?<br /><br />It took some time, but I ended up at the same conclusion as Scott. Marquette felt like a good option and logically it would save us around $100,000. I researched for hours different things about Wisconsin. I wanted to know exactly what we were getting ourselves into. Then things started to fall into place. I wrote about deciding on Marquette on my blog, which was read by a good friend of mine. She then got some information from her cousin who is a medical student in Milwaukee. He gave me their landlord's information. Just weeks after deciding to come out to Marquette we had our housing figured out and things felt good.<br /><br />We have been here for almost 4 weeks. Time has certainly flown by. Within a few days of being here we knew we were right where we needed to be. First of all, our land lord is absolutely amazing. Honestly one of the nicest people that I have ever met.&nbsp;Secondly, we have awesome neighbors. Our land lord owns 3 apartment buildings in our cul-de-sac, and they are rented by medical students (we're the only dental to move in here). The majority of the renters are also LDS. It's almost like like we are at BYU again, haha. We have get togethers once a week or so and it is so nice to socialize. I'm excited to get to know everyone better.&nbsp;Our ward is almost completely composed of medical and dental students, I think they said there were only 3 or 4 permanent families in the ward.<br /><br />We are feeling so so blessed to be here. We honestly couldn't have had this work out any better. Things always have a way of working out.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2834848494567137876.post-39380745576549931082013-06-24T12:00:00.000-06:002013-06-26T12:31:53.231-06:00Sometimes I wish that writing was one of my talentsUnfortunately writing is not a talent that I was born with. It just doesn't come naturally for me. I remember in elementary school my mom telling me that my sister, who was in about first grade at the time, was a better writer than me. Truth is, she probably was a better writer than me.<br /><br />I have a lot of friends who have blogs that are interesting and witty. Many times I find myself laughing out loud at their stories and humor. I only wish that I had half the skill that they have when it comes to writing.&nbsp;I sit down to write a quick update on my blog and end up staring at a couple lines of terrible writing for an hour before giving up most days. Practice can only lead to me getting better and having writing feel more natural, right? Maybe this time around as I try to blog more regularly I can work on being more entertaining and witty while I'm at it.<br /><br />My freshman year at BYU I made a list of 100 things that I would like to accomplish before I die. Not all of them are realistic, but they are all things that I wanted to do at some point. It included things like get married, have a family of my own, run a marathon, ride in a hot air balloon, etc. One of the things on my list was to write a book. I highly doubt it will ever happen, but maybe if I can figure out this whole writing thing it will be more plausible.<br /><br />Last year, Scott's cousin, T. J. Robinson, published a book. I couldn't wait to read it. It's always fun knowing the author of a book. It was a great book.&nbsp;I didn't want to put the book down, which was very inconvenient considering it was in the middle of finals week.&nbsp;When I finished it I really wanted to write a book. Steve, my brother-in-law, said the same thing after he finished reading it. It's amazing how much influence a book can have on you. &nbsp;It takes a great writer to make the reader wish that they could write a book too. He just <a href="http://rhemalda.com/explore/media/news/item/25-the-league-of-arcanius-guardians-by-t-j-robinson">announced</a> that his next book will come out next February, and I can't wait. If you haven't read his first book I would say it is totally worth the read!&nbsp;His book is called <b>The Academy Defenders</b> and you can buy a hard copy online, or get it on you <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-academy-defenders-t-j-robinson/1110499729?ean=9781936850761">Nook</a> or <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Academy-Defenders-T-Robinson/dp/1936850761/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top">Kindle</a>.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2834848494567137876.post-1943335801052248682013-06-21T14:36:00.000-06:002013-06-21T14:36:19.818-06:00A place to call HomeIt's so weird to think that we live in Wisconsin. I'm not going to lie, it has taken me a while to add the word "Wisconsin" to my vocabulary. Wyoming comes so much more naturally, maybe because that is where my dad lives and where Scott's parents are from. We live in Milwaukee Wisconsin and I can finally say it without having an awkward hesitation before I remember where we live.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Scott and I have been married for days 685 days, and this is the first time that we have had a place of our own. Most of our first year was spent renting my mom's basement, and the majority of our second year was spent living in Scott's parent's basement. Now we are living in our first apartment together. Steve and Heidi are living with us for the summer, but this place is still OURS.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>The move went great. A week before we moved we got all of our things packed into a large crate and had it shipped to Milwaukee. The worst part about the move was the fact that our stuff didn't get there until a few days after we did because it couldn't be delivered on a weekend.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>We got the car packed with all of our stuff the night before we left with the things that we thought we would need to get through the weekend along with the things we forgot to back in our crate (luckily it all fit). Bright and early the next morning we started our adventure to where we will call home for the next 4 years. We stopped for the night in Lincoln Nebraska after 13 hours in the car. Nebraska had a lot of fields, silos, barns, and not a whole lot of anything else.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kGxPfzzqIJw/UcJ-_2NSD4I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/aAa5Emb6DYM/s1600/nebraska.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kGxPfzzqIJw/UcJ-_2NSD4I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/aAa5Emb6DYM/s320/nebraska.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is what we saw on for most of our drive through Nebraska.<br />&nbsp;This isn't a picture I took,&nbsp;but this is exactly how Nebraska looked.</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BHhr-Mya_xg/UcJ_mt8mI0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/a_5Rfp2IfRM/s1600/Nebraska+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BHhr-Mya_xg/UcJ_mt8mI0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/a_5Rfp2IfRM/s320/Nebraska+2.jpg" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was pretty stormy during the drive, but when we got to the hotel we saw this rainbow.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div><div>Our second day of driving was much better, and much shorter. We were able to finish listening to Eragon on tape and finally see where we were going to live for the next four years.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>I never realized how annoying it would be not to have any chairs or furniture to sit on. We would all just hang out on our air mattresses. Our first couple of days were pretty much one long extended nap. Our air mattress must have had a small hole in it. We would go to bed, and then would wake up in the middle of the night pretty much laying on the floor. Once we bought the large rug it made the floor quite a bit more comfortable.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Tn5jhedPIY/UcS1TSOfW_I/AAAAAAAAAbM/vghbDDFXAa4/s1600/DSC_1172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Tn5jhedPIY/UcS1TSOfW_I/AAAAAAAAAbM/vghbDDFXAa4/s320/DSC_1172.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />The weekend we got here we also went shopping for a couch and a mattress. Our mattress was delivered the next day, but unfortunately the couch wasn't able to be delivered for almost an entire week. That is a long time to go without having something to sit on. When we got the couch it was much bigger than we were anticipating. I guess that is our fault for not measuring.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dHPCbz6Gu7g/UcS4ecFCBWI/AAAAAAAAAbc/1q0-2Jox3l0/s1600/783.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dHPCbz6Gu7g/UcS4ecFCBWI/AAAAAAAAAbc/1q0-2Jox3l0/s320/783.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is where we originally were planning to put it... that plan didn't last too long</td></tr></tbody></table>We painted the apartment the second day we were here since we didn't have any of our stuff yet.&nbsp;The wall in the living room was red and the wall in the kitchen was orange. I am bummed that I didn't take any pictures before we painted, however I have the pictures that were sent to us from the couple who lived here before us. Here are some pictures, we're still working on the whole decorating thing. Eventually we will have more to hang up. I guess there was a paint spill on the carpet, so right before we moved in new hardwood floors were put in.&nbsp;</div></div><div><br />Before:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DIcIkx2spSE/UcSyfiiKXiI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Y63XKw-quE0/s1600/image-5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DIcIkx2spSE/UcSyfiiKXiI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Y63XKw-quE0/s320/image-5.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rTQroHxWGgU/UcSyhOIsVjI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/8FjymOt8A8I/s1600/image-7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rTQroHxWGgU/UcSyhOIsVjI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/8FjymOt8A8I/s320/image-7.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br />After:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Rbx3Cg30iE/UcSzJP7WpNI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ZmVPR66vbCY/s1600/DSC_1178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Rbx3Cg30iE/UcSzJP7WpNI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ZmVPR66vbCY/s320/DSC_1178.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZ17Nw1pyXs/UcSzSvyGX4I/AAAAAAAAAao/pUdZVAx4esA/s1600/DSC_1182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZ17Nw1pyXs/UcSzSvyGX4I/AAAAAAAAAao/pUdZVAx4esA/s320/DSC_1182.JPG" width="211" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8H6cqc_xzs/UcSzUtTtrHI/AAAAAAAAAa0/i7C7-mpyyV8/s1600/DSC_1184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8H6cqc_xzs/UcSzUtTtrHI/AAAAAAAAAa0/i7C7-mpyyV8/s320/DSC_1184.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PI9BbLl7o-0/UcSzYufA3cI/AAAAAAAAAa8/I_ALlRct_As/s1600/DSC_1185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PI9BbLl7o-0/UcSzYufA3cI/AAAAAAAAAa8/I_ALlRct_As/s320/DSC_1185.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our apartment is still a work in progress, and as we get things more put together I will post more pictures. We have only been here for 3 weeks, but it is starting to feel like home.&nbsp;</div><br /></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2834848494567137876.post-25869934622202866552013-05-02T12:26:00.000-06:002013-05-02T16:15:35.939-06:004 years down, 4 more to go... Last Friday Scott and his sister, Heidi, graduated from Brigham Young University. I am so proud of him (and her). Scott has worked hard to keep up his good grades even though he has already been accepted into dental school. Graduating is a huge accomplishment. I keep asking Scott how he feels and all he can think about are the 4 years of dental school ahead of him. I know that when I graduated I felt liberated, and wish that he felt some sense of accomplishment.&nbsp;When I walked in August I was still finishing up an online class that I needed to meet my last graduation requirement. However, I still remember the relief I felt walking out of my last class EVER at BYU. The day of my last class was the day I received a promotion and the day that I went from working the graveyard shift to working day shifts. It was also my 1 year anniversary of being married to Scott.<br /><br />Scott and Heidi graduated at the same time but on different parts of campus so we had it arranged for Scott to walk with Heidi at hers. When they got to Scott they hesitated because they were trying to figure out the relationship between him and Heidi. Scott just stood there on a stage with an, "Well, this is awkward" face. Man I love that boy.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7jBqPthxyj0/UYKtIOt3v_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/bLQu-VNyeL4/s400/IMG_0416.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="265" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Scott &amp; I</td></tr></tbody></table><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IqKSJdnNkeo/UYKtOZLL4jI/AAAAAAAAAXM/8XjpmAFWwpk/s1600/IMG_0421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IqKSJdnNkeo/UYKtOZLL4jI/AAAAAAAAAXM/8XjpmAFWwpk/s400/IMG_0421.JPG" width="266" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Steve &amp; Heidi</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7jBqPthxyj0/UYKtIOt3v_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/bLQu-VNyeL4/s1600/IMG_0416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"></span></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sNEpcs-26Y0/UYKth-a6vEI/AAAAAAAAAXU/htKc51bL4dA/s1600/IMG_0424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sNEpcs-26Y0/UYKth-a6vEI/AAAAAAAAAXU/htKc51bL4dA/s400/IMG_0424.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IE4KuCr9M-c/UYKtkv6bkgI/AAAAAAAAAXc/iWeMSVFD1AU/s1600/IMG_0425.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IE4KuCr9M-c/UYKtkv6bkgI/AAAAAAAAAXc/iWeMSVFD1AU/s400/IMG_0425.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The wind kept blowing Scott's tassel.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwRHEXSKMiU/UYKtoouCBkI/AAAAAAAAAXk/NTQ8Dkej69A/s1600/IMG_0428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwRHEXSKMiU/UYKtoouCBkI/AAAAAAAAAXk/NTQ8Dkej69A/s400/IMG_0428.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GdVUPCDrMVc/UYKvOeg4hmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/3ZCjRp2tMxs/s1600/IMG_0433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GdVUPCDrMVc/UYKvOeg4hmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/3ZCjRp2tMxs/s400/IMG_0433.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M-z2IidLA/UYKtx9Mk8BI/AAAAAAAAAXs/UWGxwu5zFiQ/s1600/IMG_0438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M-z2IidLA/UYKtx9Mk8BI/AAAAAAAAAXs/UWGxwu5zFiQ/s400/IMG_0438.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VtLGdAREApA/UYKtygvnUmI/AAAAAAAAAX0/pq3FMc9tvao/s1600/IMG_0444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VtLGdAREApA/UYKtygvnUmI/AAAAAAAAAX0/pq3FMc9tvao/s400/IMG_0444.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Scott was mad that the cap was going to mess up his hair, and kept complaining about how stupid he looked in the cap, but I think he looked much better with it on.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>Being at their graduation made me think about the time I spent at BYU. &nbsp;I loved my time at BYU. That is where I met some of my best friends Suzanne and Allie, and it is also where I met Scott. I was challenged spiritually, mentally, and sometimes physically depending on where I parked. I was able to gain a stronger testimony and meet people who lived the same standards as I did. BYU had a major role in helping me become the person that I am today.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>I am grateful for how everything worked out for me to come to BYU. In high school I knew that I wanted to go to College but I didn't really know where I wanted to go. All I knew is that I didn't want to go to BYU. Being from Provo, only the kids who were too afraid to leave home or the really goody-goody kids went to BYU, at least that was my excuse for why I would never go to BYU.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember one of my friends, Marinda,&nbsp;telling me that the deadline was coming to apply to a few schools and thinking, "What? You've already applied to college?" I didn't realize that you applied so far in advance, so I scrambled to set up an appointment with one of my counselors so they could help me figure it out. He urged me apply to BYU, even if it wasn't a school I had intended to apply to.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>I applied to only 4 schools, Arizona State, University of Utah, Utah Valley State College, and BYU, hoping that I would make it into at least one of them with my mediocre grades. &nbsp;My first acceptance was to UVSC, I was just relieved to know that if all else failed I would at least be able to go to college somewhere. Then I received my ASU acceptance and then my U of U acceptance. My step-mom, who I was really close with at the time, urged me to go to U of U, her alma mater. She even took me on a tour of the campus. I was having a hard time choosing, should I move far away from home and back to Arizona or stay in Utah and go to University of Utah? I had forgotten about my application to BYU until I came home from school a couple weeks later to find a letter waiting for me. I knew that a few of my friends from school had already been wait listed, so I was expecting to get the same letter. When I read the first line of the letter Congratulating me on my acceptance I was overwhelmed with the feeling that BYU was where I needed to be. I was a little frustrated. That was the school I didn't want to go to in the first place. In time I got used to the idea and made plans to go to BYU. Looking back on it and knowing what I do today I wouldn't have had it any other way.&nbsp;</div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2834848494567137876.post-57162861251969168532013-01-30T20:40:00.000-07:002013-01-30T21:06:31.635-07:00It's Gonna Be an AdventureStep 1: Getting into Dental School<br /><br />Scott has been able to interview with many of the schools he applied to over the past 6 months or so. Once the interviews were over we had to play the waiting game until December 3rd rolled around. &nbsp;Dental schools can't send out acceptances until the December. Scott and I were in Florida and he was so worried that he would miss a call from one of the schools letting us know what our application status was. Luckily we didn't miss any calls, even though we were on roller coasters for a good majority of the day. We got exciting news from from a few schools, but not all the schools had made their decisions yet.&nbsp;Out of the schools we got accepted to UNLV seemed like the best choice, and we were excited to live in sunny, warm Las Vegas for the next four years. Scott has family there and one of my best friends from high school lives down there with her husband. As soon as we got the acceptance packet we made out a $750 check to hold Scott's spot for the entering class of 2013.<br /><div><br />Step 2: Choosing a School<br /><br />Last week Scott got an email from the director of admissions at Marquette letting him know that his acceptance letter was in the mail. We really had to think about what school would be the better fit for us. There were so many different things to consider. This was hard for me because I didn't go with Scott to Milwaukee when he interviewed and I have no idea what life would be like living in Wisconsin. After a lot of thought, and maybe a few tears (on my end), we decided on Marquette. (Too bad that deposit on UNLV is non-refundable)<br /><br />If you don't know where Marquette is that's okay we had to look it up too. It looks like we will be moving this summer to Milwaukee, Wisconsin. If you still don't know where that is see the map below, Wisconsin is in red. The current temperature there as I write this is 1° F. So much for moving somewhere nice and warm for the next 4 years. Other than the weather we are very excited to be going to Marquette. It will definitely be different from what we are used to right now.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z_SicYll4zY/UQntmh5_LPI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VNr-XoiP3fc/s1600/USA_map_WI_location_500+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="257" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z_SicYll4zY/UQntmh5_LPI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VNr-XoiP3fc/s320/USA_map_WI_location_500+copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Step 3: Going to Dental School<br /><br />We will be moving out to Wisconsin this summer, probably July or Beginning of August. That means I have 6 months or less to make plans with people before we leave. This may sound like a long time, but it seems like a lot of the time it takes that long to actually find something that will work between multiple people.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Here are some of the things that make us excited to move to Wisconsin:</div><div><ul><li>We will have a place of our own, we have been living with my parents or Scott's parents since we have been married. It will be fun to finally have a place of our own, although it will be a bit more expensive.&nbsp;</li><li>Marquette has a good basketball team, it will be nice to be able to cheer for our school's team not just because we go there, but because they actually play well.&nbsp;</li><li>Wisconsin has the GreenBay packers to cheer for. They don't play too close to Milwaukee, but after Scott's favorite team, the Philadelphia Eagles, played so well this year we need a new team to cheer for.&nbsp;</li><li>It will be an adventure. We don't know anyone that lives out there so we will have to get outside our comfort zone and make some friends.&nbsp;</li><li>Chicago is only a couple hours away. I have only been to Chicago once when I was younger and Scott has never been. It will be fun living close enough to visit. Plus that is where the closest LDS temple is, and we have an excuse to go down every once in a while.</li><li>Scott is excited that he gets to start working with patients his first year at Marquette instead of waiting for his third year had we gone to UNLV.&nbsp;</li><li>We get to make friends together. Right now it is my friends or Scott's friends (I like Scott's friends, and now consider them my friends too, but they will always be "Scott's friends"). With the friends we make while in Wisconsin they won't be just mine or just Scott's friend, we get to share them.</li></ul><div>I don't know anyone in Wisconsin or anything about it. If you know someone who is familiar with Milwaukee and can give me the low-down on the good, the bad, and the ugly I would love to get some advice before we head out there.&nbsp;</div></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2834848494567137876.post-55802385658068775332012-10-07T07:44:00.000-06:002012-10-07T07:44:06.004-06:00I'm Mormon, I know it, I live it, I love it!<div>I was raised in an LDS family, and growing up the whole family attended church regularly. However, over time the majority of my immediate family no longer would consider themselves "Mormon". Because of this, I often found myself in situations agreeing with them or not standing up for what I believe. Not because I was ashamed, but because I didn't want to have to defend myself against anything they might say. I bet that if you ask my family or some of my friends to describe me they might use the words "goody-goody", "safe", or "churchy". &nbsp;I'm okay with that, there are much worse words that people could use to describe me.</div><div><br /></div><div>I go to church every Sunday, and I enjoy it. I like learning about the gospel, and I like the principles that are taught. As mormons, we are expected to keep high standards, and I like keeping these standards. I'm not saying that I haven't ever broken a rule or two, but nobody is perfect. When I do something that isn't within church standards I don't feel guilty because I was taught not to do it. I feel guilty because it isn't aligned with who I am and who I want to be.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>I wake up every day and make a conscious decision to live my life the way that I want to live it. I don't live this way because I think I am better than anyone else or because I want people to think that I am just a really great person. I choose to live this way because this is who I am. I wouldn't feel comfortable living the way some of my family members are.&nbsp;I don't look down on the decisions my family has made and the way they conduct there life.&nbsp;It just isn't who I am. I know who I am and what I stand for. I think that is more than a lot of people can say.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>I am grateful for the influence that the church has had in my life. I have a testimony of the gospel and I am grateful for the understanding that it has given me. I know that Families can be together forever. I know that the Book of Mormon is true. I know that by following the standards outlined for members of the church I am becoming the person that I want to be.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm Mormon, I know it, I live it, I love it. &nbsp;</div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2834848494567137876.post-91412669805027704612012-10-03T07:58:00.000-06:002012-10-07T09:35:18.986-06:00School... a thing of the past.I graduated on August 10th, 2012. It's crazy to think that I don't have to straight from work to school every day. I have enjoyed the past couple of months being able to hang out and not have to worry about tests coming up or homework that is due.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x4zFwqzNLcU/UHGe5JOZHSI/AAAAAAAAASU/mkXZctQccAo/s1600/IMG_2511.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x4zFwqzNLcU/UHGe5JOZHSI/AAAAAAAAASU/mkXZctQccAo/s320/IMG_2511.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Almost my whole family came to my graduation. It was great having everyone together in one place. I am so blessed to have both my husband's family and my family be so supportive of me. I love you all!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OZH5x0Au3UA/UHGe2GHBk0I/AAAAAAAAASE/dQdYxlwokDA/s1600/IMG_2509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OZH5x0Au3UA/UHGe2GHBk0I/AAAAAAAAASE/dQdYxlwokDA/s320/IMG_2509.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jason, Me, Jocelynn(baby Rayne in her belly)</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-THU2E207e8w/UHGey7rjSiI/AAAAAAAAARw/T2SF258c74o/s1600/IMG_2507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-THU2E207e8w/UHGey7rjSiI/AAAAAAAAARw/T2SF258c74o/s320/IMG_2507.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mom and Me</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sW-LFEO72I4/UHGe0415DAI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tRO-wm-r0Fk/s1600/IMG_2508.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sW-LFEO72I4/UHGe0415DAI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tRO-wm-r0Fk/s320/IMG_2508.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Connor, Bella, Anna, Me Chase, Dad, Cat</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ltn9wLF-Acg/UHGf-r9QKMI/AAAAAAAAAS4/MJIHn6Pje70/s1600/IMG_2512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ltn9wLF-Acg/UHGf-r9QKMI/AAAAAAAAAS4/MJIHn6Pje70/s320/IMG_2512.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Steve, Heidi, Dean, Lori, Me, Scott</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06228375418009402150noreply@blogger.com1